Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 15:43:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Zane Green
Subject: Ghost Light Oracles-Part 3
GHOST LIGHT ORACLES: Part 3
by: Zane Hunter Green
ZaneG7@excite.com.
The next morning, with nothing resolved as far as Logan's future was
concerned Brian decided that they would go to a Halloween party or two that
night. That procrastinated the need to make a permanent decision about
Logan's fate for one more day. After breakfast they sorted through a parcel
of glow-in-the -dark skeleton bones deciding how to attach them to two black
nylon jumpsuits.
"Look at all these boners." Logan chortled as he juggled a few bones in the
air."
"So any brilliant ideas on how to attach them Igor? The costume rental
shops will be sold out of all their decent costumes by now unless we want to
dress up as dill pickles or Barbie Dolls? What were you last year?"
"Nothing, It's nice of you to do this for me Brian. It makes me forget about
my Mom and Derrick."
"Are you worried about them?"
"I almost forget all about them. Does that sound horrible I'll probably
never see them again? I love you now more than I ever loved them Brian."
"How can you say that? Logan, we only met yesterday. I am flattered but what
happened last night wasn't love...
"What does a boy know about love? Is that what you mean to say. It's just a
word right?" Logan said angrily.
"Right, it's just a word..."
"You've never loved anyone, have you Brian?"
"There have been a few."
"Was it love or lust?"
"How old are you anyway?"
"Much older than you, Brian know matter what you think."
Logan got a strange look in his gorgeous dark blue-purple eyes. It was as if
he figured out a difficult problem that had been disturbing him. Then his
face transformed into that of a very impish and sexy boy. He looked at Brain
through eyes that went from the fullness of innocence to the half crescents
of a creature ready to toil with and seduce his prey.
Brian started cursing himself. He was sure that he lusted after the boy,
even dressed in a pair of jeans and baggy tee shirt, he was lovely. Brian
didn't know exactly what he wanted to do with the boy but he was so
overwhelmed that he wished he could take the boy back to where he found him
and leave him, forgetting for good that he had ever seen him. As this went
through his mind he moved a shadows throw from the boy.
He thought he heard Logan whisper "Is that what you want me to do Brian, get
lost? When you find your way back I'll be waiting for you. I promise."
The boy dropped an acrylic skeleton bone he was holding, and made a move
forward. He face glowed as he pressed his lips upward to Brain's lips. The
kiss was warm and receptive begging for more, just another.
The boy was good at what he did; the boy knew how to suck cocks but this
time he wanted Brian to do the same for him. He pulled down his pants, and
then his underwear. "Please Brian, I want you to taste me!"
"Brian didn't resist him, he bent down and took the tender knob of the boy's
maleness in his mouth. He was doing things with this boy, that he should be
doing with a man. Logan moaned and bucked as the action made his small penis
feel like a warm sweet morsel, it grew in size from the ministrations, but
it was still just a mouthful. Brian wanted to make the boy feel good, so he
tried to create a vacuum with his lips. The boy was already highly excited.
He started to mummer strange words, and pull at Brian's blond hair. The boy
started to spurt, first a few drops and then a stream of clear, tumescent
nectar. It tasted like salty gingersnaps.
As soon as Brian decided that he loved the flavor of this boy, he no longer
felt him. It was as if the essence of boy had caused him to start
hallucinating...
He didn't know where he was for a minute. It was dark, and he wasn't alone.
It was also cold. It made him shiver. He felt smaller, and full of energy.
He put his hand against his chin, and it felt smooth and hairless. He wasn't
with Logan anymore; he was with a much older man. He was saying something
and it took a few seconds for Brian to even know he was talking to him.
"Come-on boy I didn't pay good money for you to stand here and day dream.
Take off your clothes. "
He realized now that instead of his warm house, with soft autumn sun coming
through the window he was in a field of dead leaves and brambles. It was so
chilly. Brian didn't have any desire to follow the man's command. The man
was rough and his hands were chapped from labour.
"I was told that if you didn't obey me I might have to take the switch to
you. I need to seed this field, so it comes back to life in the springtime.
I guess I should have taken a girl tonight, but you were the prettiest one.
Enough talk we both have a job to do. You undress while I speak with the
fairy folk.
Brian stood up to run away from the man but the man was ready for that.
Somehow the man out-weighted him by 65 stone or so. He would be crushed if
the man got on top of him. The man grasped his shirt and pulled it over his
head. Then he felt a hand enfold his genitals.
"So you are boy, I hope you're old enough to spurt."
The man quickly unbuttoned Brian's pants, he wasn't wearing silk boxers, in
fact there was nothing between him and the course fabric. The man started to
rub and play with his penis, the hand tugged him quickly, and it felt like
fine-sand paper was polishing his tender skin. It felt good but the price he
would pay would be it's red rawness. As the man masturbated him the man
called out, come little people from your home beyond the fields, this feast
I offer you, to keep you full on this night when the dead and fairy folk
walk in great hunger.
The man seemed to believe his crazy words. "Come boy, now I need to flood
the fields. It is your luck that just looking at you has made my cock rise
up, so all you need to do is bend over the wall. I'll do the rest. The man
was oddly modest; he forced Brian to lean over the low drywall that ran
through the harvested field while he undressed so Brian had no idea what was
going to be inserted in him. He guessed from the man's stature and large
hands it was going to be a monster. Brian felt the wind on his bum. The man
used his large hands to spread his crack, so his hole was forced to open
slightly. With his own body he wouldn't have felt the discomfort when the
man impaled him with a forceful finger, but this small body was tense and
tight.
It felt painful, but the man was impatient to fuck him. He cried out as a
second finger slid in. and the third finger was forced in shortly after.
Brian whimpered as the man worked on his hole, pounding away at it to
stretch it so it would be wide enough to use as a receptive for the large
man root that was suddenly being pressed against him. He shut his eyes as he
felt the large head ram it's way on the path the fingers had departed. The
man however knew how to relax him, and the finger massage of his prostate
had caused him to have an orgasm, which served to soften his sphincter
muscles. Even so the man took him rough and dry. Brian had to bite his lip
as the head finally entered his rectum, the shaft followed. The man stayed
still for a few seconds giving Brian a chance to adjust to the pressure
inside of him which made his bowels want to explode. Then the mighty piston
erupted. The man's ball slapping against Brian's smooth butt. The man gave
it to him hard and fast. He was moaning and about to cum when he pulled
quickly out. Brian felt suddenly achy but empty; he twisted around in time
to see the man spurting drops of milky cum over the hay covered ground as he
grunted with pleasure. Even softening the man had a horse-sized prick.
Brian took the opportunity to make a dash for it before the man decided
to use him again. He grabbed his clothes, and stumbled as he straightened
out from the position the man had placed him in. His butt was sore
inhibiting his movement for the first few moments but he was able to flee.
He stumbled through the fields to the woods beyond, naked as a buck; his
clothes streaming behind him like a flying ghost. He over heard the man
yelling at him.
"Come back whore!"
There was no way he was going back although he had no idea where he was
running to
The trees scratched his naked flesh, but he wasn't going to lose precious
seconds dressing. He ran on his bare feet as unaffected by the trail as if
they were a pair of hiking boots. He gulped with relief as he realized that
only his body had changed, his memories were in tack. He thought about what
Logan had said to him...before he was transferred into this nightmare...that he
would be there waiting for him.
He had to stop and take a rest. He didn't hear sounds behind him so he
gathered that the farmer never followed him. He put his clothes back on and
sat down on a fallen log wondering how long he would spend in this
conscience. He didn't have much time to think before he heard a pack of
dogs. They were flying towards him barking loud enough to curd his heart. He
froze thinking if he ran the dogs might tear him apart. There was something
about their bark that reminded him more of a wolf's howl.
The dogs surrounded him. They didn't look like dogs, more like a breed that
was half fox and half bear. The alpha dog, leading the pack looked like he
was ready to leap up and grab Brian's throat, suddenly a warm alto voice
ordered the animals to sit. The young man who ordered the demon-dogs
dismounted from a steed and walked over to Brian. "What have we here, an elf
or a runaway." He looked at a print on the shirt Brian was wearing. Brian
had barely noticed the design of a snake swallowing it's own tail forming
the letter O. "So you belong to one of the brothels. Must be the Orgasms. I
should take you back. I wouldn't want them loosing money over your
disappearance. I depend on the taxes of all the businesses from Kerfields.
If the brothels start to lose money how will I pay my soldiers. Come boy,
I'm going to take you back."
Brian wanted to run but the man seemed to read his mind and pointed to the
dogs.
The man picked him up easily and placed him on the horse. As he was doing
this others rode into the clearing.
"What kind of game bird is that Logan? "
"A lost boy, I'm taking him back to town."
"He's a sweet little delicacy isn't he, we could have some fun with him
tonight."
"You know I don't sex with whores. He goes back to his owner. You keep the
dogs and finish the night hunt. I promised the King we'd be bringing back
breakfast."
"Maybe your father would like the boy brought to his bed instead of boarmeat
at the table. He's far prettier than your father's calamities."
The man called Logan laughed. Still holding Brian in his muscular arms.
"This boy might affect my father's heart. He looks to be a lively little
sprite. No my father is better off with his chubby little playmates. I have
no desire to be King yet. You go on now. I'm taking this boy back."
Brian was place close to the horse's neck, and Logan got on behind him. The
man's hands were reassuring as he held Brian steady. The horse seemed almost
to glide in the air, and Brian looked down horrified. What kind of place was
this anyway?
Logan spoke to him. "It is too bad you're not freeborn, but I cannot take
the property of another. Poor boy, I think if I had to work in a brothel I
would run away as well. At least in my town the brothels treat their whores
humanly. They have a code they must follow. I will tell your whorehouse not
to punish you at all. That is all I can do. Maybe if my men hadn't seen you,
I could help you run away but it is too late for that. Besides I've been
told that once a boy has been broken in he craves the life of the houses.
You are such a quiet one. I like that about you. Maybe someday I'll break my
pledge and come and hire you. Would you like that?
Brian had no words to say. He was still in shock that he was so young. He
noticed that the man had his Logan's coloring. The long chestnut hair, and
those unusual eyes. When Logan grew up he would look like this man. It
didn't make sense at all.